Is That Bad Acting Real...?
6. Kkamang TV's small-time BJ Ruda—no, Shin Seo-yul, who had just turned twenty-five this year, was facing the biggest crisis of her streaming career. A mission to fuck the guest. Viewers knew that, due to the platform's nature, no genital exposure was allowed, so it was the kind of mission they usually didn't send... 'They sent this...?')
And the reward for the mission? A whopping 20,000 stars. Two million won in cash. No matter which guest she'd collabed with before, the most she'd gotten were prank missions from big spenders riffing on numbers like 7474. Even those weren't that frequent. But now... 'They're insane...'
Thinking back, Hido had opened the wallets of so many women right from his first collab. Sure, each individual's amount was peanuts compared to the whales, but added up, it shattered records.
Swoosh. Seo-yul's obsidian-black eyes flicked sideways. There sat—
"2... 20,000..."
Like her, the rookie streamer Hido was staring at the monitor, dumbfounded by the absurd mission.
Hmm. Seo-yul could sense it with a woman's instinct.
'This guy, Hido...'
He was the real deal. A genius at ripping open the purses of Kkamang TV viewers, who were infamous for never spending. 'Good thing he has no streaming instincts...'
The thought that she might've lost this golden goose to some other bitch if she'd messed up sent a cold bead of sweat trickling down her back.
Anyway.
'That's that...'
First, she had to deal with the problem right in front of her. The 20,000-star mission. To her experienced eye, after years of streaming, it was no different from a poisoned chalice.
'They threw it knowing I couldn't pull it off perfectly.'
No genital exposure. That meant creating the illusion of fucking through expressions, body language, and sound effects alone. If even a glimpse of genitals slipped through? Permanent ban. If it didn't satisfy the mission requester? No stars, and backlash to boot.
'No helping it.'
She had to choose.
"O-okay, sisters! We'll prep a bit first!"
She paused the stream—
"Hido, you don't have to do this mission. If it's too much, we can skip it, no problem."
She looked out for her guest. If it were any other guest, she might've chosen differently. They were one-offs anyway—shy, unable to draw donations. She'd have milked the opportunity for all it was worth... But
'Not this one.'
She'd caressed him the same, stroked his cock the same. Every step identical, yet the revenue? Worlds apart.
'I have to protect him.'
Not as a woman guarding a man—but my wallet. A luxury one at that. Before other bitches could swoop in, she had to make him hers.
Building trust took time. And for that, she could sacrifice 20,000 stars. Two million won was nothing to lock Hido down as her exclusive guest.
But—
"Let's do it."
"...Pardon?"
He called her bluff.
"...R-really? I mean, great... No, for real, you're doing it?!"
"Yeah. It's just acting, right?"
"But..."
I'm gonna lose my mind... 'What guy has no fear like this...?' She had no idea how he'd handle it if she actually pounced for real.
Pop pop pop.
"Aaaah—!!"
She was seriously going nuts. Seo-yul clawed at her hair in utter disbelief at this situation.
"A-alright. Let's do it... Let's try."
Screw it now.
"But you gotta nail the facial expressions."
"Don't worry about that."
What the hell do I not worry about in this mess...?
"O-okay then. Resuming the stream."
She had to at least avoid a stream suspension.
*
"Phew—ready?"
Ruda climbed onto the sofa where I lay, gazing down at me with resolute eyes.
"Yeah. Go ahead whenever."
We were both in just panties, so her hefty tits blocked my view, but I answered as calmly as possible.
Truth be told, I was nervous. Mixing skin with a total stranger. Even if fake, doing this in some woman's house was inherently risky.
But.
'If I show any unease...'
Ruda would feel awkward, and the acting wouldn't flow. 'There go the mission stars.'
So I played it cool as best I could. To fool the viewers perfectly, we'd agreed on cam angles from the start and even shifted the sofa for discreet filming. After all this effort, we had to get something out of it.
"This angle keeps it to our waists up, but it'll convey the sex vibe perfectly."
Ruda added that she'd use the extra cam to show our faces on a small screen too.
"Just gotta nail the expressions now."
The body movements? Whatever. 'Ruda pushes, and it'll bounce naturally.' No issue.
"Alright... going live."
"Yep."
Click.
She reached out and hit the stream button. The waiting screen vanished, revealing our bare skin silhouettes.
"Sisters~ Sorry sorry. Took forever rearranging cams and stuff."
Ruda kicked off pro-style, no fluff.
The viewers, pissed at the flow break, were torching the chat.
"H-ha ha... For real! It's me, Ruda, Ruda! Huh?!"
Ruda bantered back lightly, then turned to me.
"R-right, Hido?"
"Obviously gotta be real."
But—
'Ruda...'
Her voice was shaking hard... 'You okay?'
Seemed she was tense from her first mission like this. Time to pump her up a bit.
"I'm fine, so go wild..."
"...Pardon?"
"Use me however you want..."
Of course, saying it myself was embarrassing, but no choice. '600,000 won.' We had to nail this mission.
With that resolve, the stream began.
"Alright... here we go!"
Ruda's determined declaration kicked off the roleplay proper.
"Hoo, haa, haa..."
Heavy breaths from the start. Swoosh. She straddled my thighs, rocking her hips.
"Ah, aaah...! Hido's cock... hits so deep, feels so good... hngh!"
Ruda, veteran that she was, panted raggedly while groping my chest.
But.
Her acting, in my eyes... was honestly pathetic.
"Haa, ngh! So... so big... aaang!"
Sexy sounds from her mouth, but her thighs pinning me trembled like a newborn fawn's. Eyes wandered lost, rhythm off-beat. Worst of all—
'Zero immersion.'
Keeping panty-space to hide from cams, just thrusting hips back—it looked less like sex, more like bizarre choreography. And her creepy acting chilled the chat instantly.
'Danger.'
Even a newbie like me could see the chat heading for doom. I wanted to match Ruda, but I wasn't a pro actor—couldn't sell her performance.
'What now?'
Head spinning. I was playing along, but...
"Ahng, Hido... I'm going crazy... ahuhng..."
'...'
At this rate, even loyal viewers would bail. 'No choice...'
Moment of truth. Whoosh. I pulled Ruda into my arms.
"E-eh? Hido, why—"
Whispered in her ear.
"This won't cut it. See the reactions?"
"...Y-yeah."
"We'll tank like this."
"Th-then what do we...?"
"We adjusted the cams anyway..."
My decision.
"Let's do it for real."
*
"Are you insane...?!"
My whisper made Ruda's pupils quake like an earthquake. Off-cam, her face—visible only to me—flushed beet red.
"R-real, you mean... Hido, what are you..."
"Got any better way to satisfy the viewers?"
I was asking her, but I knew the goal was different. Chat was flooded with "stop faking it" rants. Fake streams don't last. Everyone knows it's not just TV.
If we didn't prove it real now, her channel—and mine—were toast. 'Rumors spread faster than you'd think.' I'd felt it on my skin. "Fake streamer" label? Game over.
"Quick... use me now..."
Slick, swoosh.
"Aa, ah, no Hido... when did you touch my pan... euaaa..."
"Only way. Ruda... fuck me already."
"Eee... this can't... aaaaa—"
Ah... damn. 'Time's ticking...'
Her quaking pupils stared up; I rolled my eyes to check chat.
'Shit shit shit...'
As expected, chat crumbling in real-time. 'Can't wait anymore.'
Thud.
"Eh? H-Hido...?"
I gripped Ruda's slim waist tight—
"You've got tons of experience anyway."
"Huh? N-no, what exper...!!"
"Like always—"
Whoosh.
"Fuck me raw!"
I yanked her toward me.